mapping: traces made solid
thoughts are concrete
I was trained as an Architect. And my mind is chaotic in a sense. Analyzing all the parameters and re-composing them in every possible way. All the time. But my eyes love purity. Simplicity. Coherence. And my hands move methodically, producing orderly lines and detailed structures.
I’m Greek. In ancient Greek language, the word for jewel or adornment is "kosmos". But "kosmos" also means the actual "making". It means rhythm and order. The making of an "example", an “archetype” with a perfect inner architecture. A small world on its own. A "whole". A "pattern" that could be traced again and again and be embodied in the “cosmos” as we understand it today.